Tuesday, June 25, 2013

If My Kitchen Table Could Talk

As I was wiping up a spill on my kitchen table the other night, I had a silly thought run through my mind.  What if this kitchen table could talk?  What kind of stories would it tell?

Some of those stories might be ugly- if you know what I mean, but hopefully most of them would be of happy conversations, laughter, and shared meals.

There would be stories of late nights finishing science projects and homework pages.  Stories of meetings with insurance agents, investment brokers, and church presidency meetings.

Stories of game nights with friends and family, dinners with fancy table cloths, china and candle light.  Stories of holiday meals with treats left at place settings, surprise bouquets of flowers placed there on anniversaries.

There might be a few stories of times when a voice was raised at the relentless teasing by a brother, of worries shared as two sat across from each other discussing family matters.  Happy stories of births and sad stories of deaths.

I am sure it has cried big splintery tears upon hearing me complain of the weight of it's chairs and how I wish we would have never bought it (and how the next time we move we are NOT taking it with us!). 

A few stories of the "good and bad" of everyone's day as the dinner meal was shared.  Of planning of vacations to see friends who have moved and a once-in-a-lifetime trip to visit the land of our ancestors. 

If our kitchen table could talk, I hope it would tell of the many prayers of faith and hope that were offered, of a family who was always trying to do what is expected of them, and of people who are trying to do the best they can.

I would hope it would share stories of parties with loved ones, of celebrations for hard earned accomplishments, of plans made for the future.

If my kitchen table could talk, I think it would tell of all these things and more.  But the first thing I would ask it is where did this scratch come from because no one around here seems to have a clue as to how it got there. 

Come on table.  You can tell me.

Saturday, June 22, 2013

The Best and the Worst

This weekend, I found myself on a roller coaster of emotions. 

It's because of two dear friends and how their lives quickly changed in one moment.

One friend has had a break of a lifetime.  Her talent has been discovered (something that those of us who have known her for years have been patiently waiting to happen).  It has been so thrilling to hear about how her life has been shaken up and all the changes that are sure to come.  All so very, very exciting.

The other friend is living a heart break of a lifetime.  She is going through something that for any of us would be our worst nightmare.  She lost two family members in an instant and has had her life turned upside down by all the changes these losses will surely bring.

These two ladies easily fall into the category of the most amazing women I know.  Both are so talented and beautiful, fun to be around and full of life.  They are two women I admire so much.

I spent the weekend texting one and hanging on every word that she could share with me about what exciting things are happening.  I searched the Internet reading articles that have recently been written about her and just thrilled at the kind things said about her and her talents.  

The other friend, I was only able to send a quick text to, expressing my love.  Instead, I received most of the heartbreaking updates about her loss through news reports.  Each one more devastating than the last as more details emerged.

It's crazy how fast life can change.  How quickly things can come at you whether good or bad.  And it's crazy how many times in one day you can feel so much joy and so much sorrow for people you love.

As I go to bed tonight and say prayers of thanks for the day and the blessings my family received, I will say a prayer for my two friends.  That they will both receive the direction and guidance they need in their lives as they start a new chapter of their lives.  Chapters that are sure to be full of firsts and unknowns.  But because of the women that they are, I know these chapters will be written with so much grace and in a way that is inspirational to those of us who are praying for them and cheering them on.

Friday, June 14, 2013


"Mom, does water beat lava or does lava beat water?"

This is an example of the type of questions that await me each morning.  Ian's mind is constantly thinking and wondering and trying to understand this world around him.  It's one of my most favorite things about him (sometimes drives me crazy though, I must admit).

He has been learning about the different systems in the human body this past month.  Each day he comes home and tells me things he has learned and will recite them almost verbatim.  I'm in awe of how his mind absorbs and retains information (and a little jealous too). 

I love looking at life through his eyes.  Everything is a wonder.  This world his so huge.  In fact he told me that exact thing this morning as I was driving him to school.  "Mom, it's crazy how big this world is" he said.  "I mean, each state feels so big, but then there's the whole world!  You know?"    And then he was silent.  And I knew that his mind was busy again thinking, thinking, thinking.

Nursing school has taught me so much.  I have learned how to help people regain their health through a variety of methods whether through medication administration, through keeping a procedure sterile so as it not introduce bacteria into an already weakened area of the body's natural defense system, or through therapeutic conversation.  But it has also taught me that there is so much that I don't know.  I will never stop learning.  I will never know it all.  In fact when I graduate at the end of the year, I will be just like a 9 year old child, still wondering and trying to understand this new world of nursing.

But Ian's daily peppering of questions reminds me how much fun it is to learn and how exciting knowledge can be. And with him around, none of us will stop learning.  That I can guarantee.